The Widow's Choice

Gifts

"Al," call Dira. "Come with Oma! Oma show your room, Oma readyin from yesterday."

"Where is Oma Al's room?" ask Al enthusiastically.

"Above dear, next to Mother's room. Yukk, uh,,!" Al looked at his mother.

"Yes, come with Oma! Mother of temenin yaa! Mommy also wants to see Al's room," Nurul replied as he picked up his small bag.

"Riko's coming with me, budhee,,??" asked Riko who intercepted Nurul's move.

"Boleehh! Rindi doesn't want to be beautiful?" answer Nurul.

"Yes, come with all! That's gonna be a shower, okay, okay gaes?" sahut Fatimah spirit.

"READY!" answer the three small children who increasingly visible closeness simultaneously.

Everyone moved from their sitting. Following the steps of Dira's mother up the stairs in her house to the second floor.

"Oma! If Al's room is under, can't it be Oma?" al asked when they reached the second floor.

"Aaalll," Nurul said in a slightly angry tone.

"No papa nduk, don't be scolded!" Bu Dira calms Nurul down. "Don't you see his room yet, why would you want to move downstairs?" asked Dira while walking towards the room that had been prepared for Al.

"Al must be tired of going up and down the stairs if it's over Oma. If it is below, there is no need to go up and down the stairs. Can Oma?" answer Al honestly.

"Hhaha, you are Al," replied Dira with a laugh. "But, if Al's room is below, the room is far from Mother's room above. This is Mother's room, it's Al's room! How's it?" Bu Dira shows the door to Nurul and Al's room.

"Yes Oma, no papa! You also have to learn more independently!"

"His room is next to Oma's? The room next to Oma's room was empty."

"Yes Oma is not papa, right so Al can nemenin Oma,"

"Yaudah, may! Tomorrow let me same Mr. Slamet move your stuff to the bottom room. In the meantime, you slept in this room first huh!" al mediates.

"Ready Dad! Thanks Dad, Oma," replied Al happily.

Miss Dira then opened the door of Al's room. After the door opened and the room light was turned on, the name of the room was large. Complete with queen size beds that have been fitted with bed linen and walls that have also been decorated themed boys. Ms. Dira also opened a large closet in the room. "Well, this is Oma already bought some clothes for you to wear, if you do not like, tomorrow we buy again yes," mom Dira showed all the contents in the closet.

Nurul was surprised to see all that. "Mom', here,,"

"No papa nduk, mother deliberately nyiapin this for Al. For you also ready to be in your room," replied Miss Dira.

"But ma'am, this is too much bu'," Nurul declined cautiously.

"Yes ma'am, thank you!" answer Nurul. Bu Dira smiled at Nurul's attitude.

"Okey, okay! It's bath time guys! Continued later okay after maghrib," cried Fatimah to the three children. Everyone obeyed Fatimah. Riko and Rindi follow the mother to take a bath.

"You also take a bath! Let me accompany Al here. Your room is next door!" mom Dira's orders.

"Iya bu'," Nurul left Dira's mother who was sitting on a mattress in Al's room.

He walked to the next room. Slowly turn the door handles of the room. When the door opened, the room light was on. His eyes are perfect. His room was even bigger than his son's. He entered the room and closed the door slowly. He swept every corner of the room. "As for this man's room?" mumam Nurul slowly.

How not? The large room was filled with black and white monochrome colors. With a super king size bed in the middle of the room and a flat screen tv across the bed. There were two large bookshelves that had been fully filled near the window. Not to forget a long black sofa and a lounge chair in front of a glass window covered in white curtains. There is a small sideboard next to the entrance. And a door that caught Nurul's attention. He also opened the door. "Maybe this is the bathroom?"

Nurul's eyes opened wide again. A walk-in closet is quite large with several glass-door closets and shelves that have been filled. The clothes of men and women were clearly emblazoned in the closet. There are also some men and women's shoes and sandals neatly arranged on the shelf. There are also some famous branded handbags. "Why are there men's clothes here?" Nurul was busy observing the clothes of the man in the closet.

Chequek,,

A door behind where Nurul was standing opened. Because of his amazement with the contents of the room, Nurul did not realize there was a sound of water gurgling from the small room next to him. Nurul turned his body when he heard the door open.

"Aaaaaaa," Nurul shouted quite loudly. He immediately crouched down while cupping both his hands covering his face. He saw Rahman wearing only a towel that covered his lower abdomen up to his knees. With a body that is still wet after bathing. His burly body was completely exposed by Nurul's vision. "Sorry, Nurul went wrong in the room" Nurul immediately stood up and left the room.

"Stop!" rahman said briefly made Nurul immediately stop his steps right at the door walk-in closet. "You wait in the room for a minute! You're not in the wrong room, this is our room!" Nurul closed the door and immediately sat on the bed. Trying to catch his breath. Rahman immediately put on his clothes. "Why did I forget there was a new occupant in my room? I hope Nurul doesn't think about me! But let him think a lot, halal mah free, hhaha"

Deg. "Our room? Why did I forget I was married? And it's worth it this room has a male nuance and there were some men's clothes in the closet." Nurul murmured in his heart

Nurul returned to his eyes. He saw a medium-sized blue box with a small envelope on it. He took it out of curiosity. For Ms. Nurul, the inscription is listed on the envelope. Nurul opened and read the contents of the letter in an envelope.

"Thank you for being my sister-in-law. And here's a little present from me! A good wife to Mas Rahman.. Fatimah." The letter said. Nurul reinserted his letter and opened the box. He was confused to see the contents in the box.

"This is what?" he placed the box on the bed right next to her. He took the goods in the box and lifted them up. Sretti. A sexy black lingerie hangs perfectly in front of Nurul.

Sreekk.. The walk-in door was open. Nurul turned towards the open door. Rahman and Nurul looked at each other. Stares surprised each other. Nurul then pulled the shirt and rushed to put it back into the box in an irregular state. Nurul was really embarrassed because Rahman saw her holding a lingerie.

"Bandah! The towel's in the closet! And Al I will take to the mosque." said Rahman.

"Yes," Nurul immediately moved and walked towards the bathroom.

"Did I not see wrong? She's holding lingerie? hhaha.." Rahman's inner. "What's this?" Rahman finds a small envelope that Nurul accidentally drops when in a hurry to enter a gift from Fatimah. Rahman opened it and read it.

"So it was a gift from Fatimah! I thought it was his own, hhihi" Rahman giggled to himself. Finally he put the envelope on the nightstand next to his bed. Then he went to the mosque with the others.

Rahman and Nurul's domestic journey has just begun. In a journey, it is not always smooth the road that is passed. Sometimes there are small pebbles or even a large hole in the middle of the road. Which inevitably must be faced and cannot only be avoided. 'What 'pebbles' await their households? Or what 'big hole' do they have to face? Will this marriage bond last into His heaven? Let time answer.